บททั้งหมดของ Too Close To Handle: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“You’ve made yourself right at home, haven’t you?” said a voice sharp as glass from the doorway, just as the maid quietly set down a glass of milk in front of Abigail. The family had just finished dinner when she arrived—not that she had any intention of joining them. Her stomach churned just looking at the lavish meals whipped up by the mansion’s chefs. So she asked for something simpler. Something her body could handle. Milk. And of course, that’s exactly the moment James and Tiffany walked in.Abigail turned fast, catching sight of them together. It didn’t surprise her, not really. They were dating. Tiffany showing up was expected. But the timing? Icy.“So you really skipped dinner,” James began, voice cool and laced with judgment. “You know how much Grandpa Bernard hates it when we don't eat as a family. But you just—what? Decided your comfort was more important?”“I didn&rsq

Edward had no choice. Abigail had asked—no, insisted—and now she was Chloe’s secretary. It grated on him. Every time he saw her trailing behind Chloe, arms full of folders and bags like some glorified assistant, something twisted in his gut. No one knew about her at Ulrick. No one knew what she meant to Edward. So he sat there, fists clenched under the table, jaw tight, doing nothing.Until she walked into the boardroom.Edward’s eyes snapped to the door the moment Abigail stepped in behind Chloe, struggling with a mountain of documents. She stumbled—just a little—but it was enough to make him shoot up from his seat. His heart jumped. But before he could move, Roen was already there, steadying her with one hand.Papers flew everywhere.“Seriously?” Chloe barked, spinning around. “You can’t even carry a few folders without tripping?”“I’m sorry,” Abigail said, voice small, cheeks burning.“Sorry doesn’t fix clumsy. Pick it up. You’re holding up the meeting.”She bent down, face flushed

“So these are the designs that made it through the prelims?” Edward muttered, eyes scanning the display of jewelry entries from the Ulrick Jewels competition. His gaze lingered on each piece, brows slightly raised. “Damn. I knew people would show up for this, but I didn’t expect them to go this hard.”He had anticipated a flood of entries from different branches—after all, the prize was a spot at the main headquarters and a chance to join the elite design team. But what he hadn’t counted on was how every single design seemed to push past his expectations. These weren’t just pretty sketches. They were bold. Thoughtful. Some even felt like declarations.“There’s so much heart in these,” he said, almost to himself. “Ulrick’s about to level up.”Whoever made it to the final round wouldn’t just be joining the team—they’d be shaping the future of Ulrick Jewels. And Edward could already tell: the competition was going to be fierce.Then his eyes landed on one design in particular. A slow, sa

Roen stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chloe walk out of the restaurant—alone.Wait, what?She was supposed to be with Abigail, meeting a client. That was the plan. So why was she leaving solo?Something wasn’t right.He called Edward immediately. “President, did Lucas pick up Abigail?”Edward frowned. “Lucas? No clue. Why?”Roen didn’t waste time explaining. Edward’s gut twisted the moment he realized Chloe had left without Abigail. He grabbed his keys and headed straight to the restaurant.At the front desk, he asked for Abigail. The receptionist hesitated, eyes darting nervously.“I’m sorry, sir, but—”“Don’t,” Edward cut in, voice low but firm. “Just tell me if you saw her.”The receptionist faltered, then finally called the manager.Minutes later, Edward was in the security room, eyes glued to the CCTV footage. His jaw clenched as he watched Abigail being led down a hallway by a man in a robe. Tow

“Eat,” Edward muttered, dropping the tray onto the table with a dull thud. No eye contact. No softness. Just the words, like a chore he couldn’t wait to be done with.Abigail sat frozen on the bed, arms wrapped around herself. Her stomach felt like ice—empty, but clenched. Not from hunger. From him. From the way he wouldn’t even look at her.She didn’t move.“If you’re not gonna eat, then toss it,” he snapped, already walking to the far side of the bed. He lay down with his back to her, shoulders stiff, jaw locked.Abigail glanced at him. Just a quick look. Then down at her belly.She placed a hand over it, fingers trembling. Edward was right. She couldn’t starve the baby just because everything between them felt like it was falling apart. She didn’t know how long he’d stay angry. Maybe forever. And maybe she deserved it.She stood slowly, the mattress creaking beneath h